Mistress offers a further demonstration, then Marcus must try

A pair of maids knelt naked at the center of the throne room, staring at Mistress with worshipful eyes. Two of the younger serving girls, both pretty enough that Marcus didn't quite know where to look. The young prince stood awkwardly beside his goddess, still wearing nothing but the coronet he'd made. Since Mistress had called them into the room with a wave of her hand, the pair hadn't seemed to notice him at all. It was like they were totally hypnotized by her.

While Marcus could definitely sympathize with being smitten by such a perfect, beautiful woman, seeing his parents' former servants behave this way was a little unnerving. He bit his lip anxiously, guessing already she was going to ask him to transform them somehow. But changing a bowl into a crown was one thing, and this seemed like quite another. Just the memory of the **** Mistress had inflicted on that poor prince made him shiver. Could he really do something like that to a person? Even if it was what she wanted.

"Just as any other medium, the bodies and minds of the ungifted are like unworked clay to those with our power, apprentice." Mistress purred, giving the two kneeling servants a cold smile. "They are to be molded and shaped into whatever we wish, for our own use or just for pleasure if the fancy takes you. I will now demonstrate a relatively simple use of transformation magic. I want you to focus closely on what happens and hold the image in your mind as clearly as you can. That way, when it is your turn you will find doing the same much simpler."

"Yes Mistress." Marcus nodded.

"Observe the black-haired female." Mistress raised her hand, gesturing towards the maid closest to the young prince. She sat up straighter, a pretty smile blooming across her pretty face, like it was some great honor to be chosen. It was a little comforting to see these servants at least wanted what was going to happen to them. "I am going to alter some of her physical characteristics to a form you may find more pleasing, apprentice."

Marcus stared at the girl, wondering just what that could mean. As he watched, the maid stiffened suddenly, her jaw tensing like she was in pain. Then she seemed to relax, her face going slack and her dark eyes drifting shut. The young prince gasped in shock as her small boobs suddenly started growing, swelling up on her slender frame to almost the size of her head, the dark nipples stretched across each creamy mound. Her waist thinned, shrinking in to leave a hollow curve, while her thighs and butt grew softer and plumper.

The magic left her body shaped like a perfect hourglass. Even her face had changed as well, her lips thick and glistening-wet, while her eyes were framed by long, feminine lashes. A streak of blonde ran through her dark hair. She was much more beautiful than she'd been before, but there wasn't any trace of her earlier girlish prettiness. Instead, she seemed to drip sultry sexuality, to the point where Marcus felt his dick stiffen just looking at her naked body. Her eyes fluttered open and found him and she gave him a thin smile, so hungry and naughty it made him blush. He couldn't stop himself from glancing down between her legs as well. Her pussy was plump and pink, glistening wet with juices that dribbled down her thighs. Even from where he stood, he could smell the sharp scent of her arousal.

"Now, obviously I have changed a great deal about her in one fell swoop." Mistress drawled. "In her newly improved form, this female is capable of producing a large quantity of sexual secretions herself, as well as harvesting them for my use from male specimens should I require it. In this way, a small initial expenditure of energy can fuel far stronger magic given time, allowing an aspiring sorcerer to build towards greater feats of power. An invaluable tool for a novice such as yourself, don't you agree apprentice?" Her purple eyes flickered to Marcus, and a wave of calm swept over him like a warm blanket. Suddenly there was nothing disturbing at all about what she'd done to the maid. Instead, it seemed like a really smart idea. The young prince remembered how drinking the pussy juice of the twins had helped him recover from his awful shrinking mistake. With how much this girl was dripping all over the floor, it must be even easier with her!

"Yes Mistress." Marcus nodded, giving his goddess a shy smile. She was so amazing.

"Now it is your turn." Mistress waved a hand to the other maid, who was still staring up at her with awe. "I want you to try the same. Remember, conjure up a clear image first, then allow your power to do the work for you, just as you demonstrated so wonderfully with the cup earlier. The less you have to change the easier it will be, but do not be afraid to alter the subject towards your own tastes instead of mine. The more desirable she will become to you, the sharper image you will be able to conjure and so the greater likelihood you will succeed."

Taking in a deep breath, Marcus shuffled over to the kneeling maid. She was still staring listlessly at Mistress, but that didn't matter anymore. Instead, the young prince just felt eager to test his own power on her. Imagine if he could do what he wanted with anyone, turn them into whatever he wanted. The twins were really pretty already, but maybe he could make their boobs and butts bigger! That would be even more fun!

Smiling to himself, the young prince closed his eyes and tried to conjure up a sexy, naked woman in his mind. He wanted big boobs first, of course, just maybe not quite as outrageously big as Mistress had made the other girl's. Long, sleek hair too, and nice, soft eyes with long, pretty lashes. Full lips that were always smiling and a warm voice that could whisper kind things in his ear. Maybe a little soft around the belly so he could cuddle her too when they lay in bed together.

As the image sharpened in his mind, he felt his power rise within him, responding so easily to the call. The jarring pulses of Mistress' magic made his brow furrow, as he struggled to focus through that irritating interference. Whenever he focused on that stupid ivory lump, he felt so much more aware of how it pressed against the inside of his butt, sending those hot, fluttering tingles through into his aching dick. His jaw tensed and his legs trembled, but he was able to keep the image there where he needed it. Opening his eyes, he raised a shivering hand and **** his crackling magic forward through the air towards the kneeling maid.